When I first came to China I was met in Shanghai by my co-teacher, a woman from England. She assisted me through the process of switching airports to connect to an internal flight to get to a city near my final destination. After arriving in my new home, she vanished on vacation for a week, leaving me her little shitzoo (sic) in care.
Why am I calling it a shitzoo instead of a shih-tzu? Because this dog was not house trained. Ever. Not once in its life. I found this out the next evening when I got ready for bed, pulled down the quilt, and found a dog turd staring up at me from the sheet. The little shitzoo had actually crawled under the fucking cover, took a shit, then left the rumpled cover there to conceal its little gift.
In that week the dog shit and pissed everywhere at any time. My first week in China was spent chasing after the little shitzoo and cleaning up after its mess. When she came back from her vacation, I told the owner that the dog was not welcome in my home ever. For any reason. Which, of course, she took incredible umbrage to.
It goes without saying that nobody liked going to her apartment because of the dog's little constant gifts.
I spent two years in that college with that coworker. As the foreign teacher contingent expanded, she imposed upon, then alienated one coworker at a time with her little shitzoo. And then complained that we were the ones being inconsiderate and rude.